A month passed in the blink of an eye.
On the night before their departure, Elder Yu arranged for the Yang Family cultivators to stand guard throughout the Forbidden Ground.
Liang Yi and Zhao Qi patrolled the cliffs, Yang Linghu watched the northern woods, while Elder Yu, Yang Lingqing, and Yang Lingrui guarded the area around the ancestral hall.
The Immortal Venerable had sent a Thought Transmission during the day: tonight was the critical moment for completing the talisman art. There absolutely could not be the slightest disturbance.
Inside the ancestral hall, spiritual light surged without end. As it flickered between brightness and darkness, it stirred the spiritual qi here into rippling waves.
In the latter half of the night, they sensed spiritual qi rushing toward the hall like a torrent, and everyone's expressions immediately tightened.
They had reached the most crucial step. Success or failure would be decided in this single gamble.
"The Immortal Venerable's divine abilities are boundless."
"The Immortal Venerable's divine abilities are boundless."
They silently recited the words in their hearts, praying that Chen Yang would successfully complete his talisman art.
Within the ancestral hall, Chen Yang felt as if he were facing a great enemy for the first time since crossing into this world.
From drawing this Mountain-Splitting Talisman to refining it, he had polished every detail to perfection. It could be called flawless.
Yet at the final stage of forming the talisman, he sensed that familiar omen of collapse.
"Alas... it is still lacking somewhat. If I had another month, I should have been able to produce a fine-grade one."
Chen Yang held on stubbornly for a long while. Seeing little hope, he intended to settle for second best and lower it to a substandard talisman.
Ding—
At that moment, a familiar yet unfamiliar